Beyond the Fields We Know: Caravanserais Along the Way

Holding On to the Thread (Ann Linnea)

In a Dark Time
Interim Arrangements

Jane Bradbury
Jane Tomlinson
Joanna Powell Colbert

Kathryn Louise Wood

Little Forests
Live & Learn (David Kanigan)

Mama Craft
Mary Beth Bonfiglio
Mind on Fire (Sandy Brown Jensen)
Miss Whistle
Moonroot

Musings From the Studio
Mystic Meandering

October Farm
One Day at a Time
Owl's Daughter

Paris Through My Lens

Passage des Perles
Pickle Me This

Ponderings From the Pond
Pretty Pix

Rue and Hyssop

salt and serenity
Science Musings
Seasons in the Valley
Serendipity
Stubblejumper's Cafe

Tara Bradford
Them's My Sentiments
Theodora Goss
These Isles
Transactions With Beauty
Vol-au-Vent (Kiki)

Wanderin Weeta
Wise Web Woman

Wuthering Expectations
Zen Peacemakers

Reading Between the Seasons

Late winter and early springtime reading means a comfortable chair, a good reading lamp, and a mug of tea. These are what I call "the between times". Sunny days are few, and snow falls from time to time. After dark, icy winds howl down the chimney and rampage through the eaves. Indoors it is.

Selections at this time of the year are less fluffy, more history, folklore and science. The fondness for magical realism, quirky whodunnits and Belle Époque fantasy lingers, and I enjoy a good mystery, particularly when it is set in a faraway place. And cookbooks.

As in other seasons, reading choices often seem to make themselves, turning up in my local library, book store bargain bins, village thrift shops, yard sales and the little free libraries that have sprung up everywhere.

My thanks to the Muses for the kindred spirits who occasionally turn up at the door, hand me a bag of reading and ask hopefully if there is any tea in the pot. (There usually is).

Wise Words

We live in a sea of light.
Henry Plummer

The camera points both ways. In expressing the subject you also express yourself.
Freeman Petterson

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Oscar Wilde

When we deliberately leave the safety of the shore of our lives, we surrender to a mystery beyond our intent.
Ann Linnea

It is in the speech of carters and housewives, in the speech of blacksmiths and old women, that one discovers the magic that sings the claim of the voice in the shadow, or that chants the rhyme of the fish in the well.
John Maruskin

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